Qin Luoke had been mingling in the Lan Club for so many years, she had seen every type of man imaginable. She quickly summoned a seductive smile, her eyes like silk as she leaned in close, and said softly, "Master Jue, don't be so heartless. I'm just doing a job for pay. If you throw me out, I will have nowhere to go tonight. Would you really bear to see me…"
Li Beijue furrowed his brows and dodged her again, his face already showing clear impatience, "Scram. Don't make me say it a third time!"
Having been rejected by him twice already, Qin Luoke felt unable to save face. Hardening her heart, she pursed her red lips and tugged at the bow tie on the hem of her skirt.
The black skirt unraveled like gift wrapping paper, falling to the ground.
Qin Luoke, with her proud figure, stepped over the skirt on the ground in her high heels, walking towards the distinguished and noble man…
"Master Jue, do you truly not desire me?"
Li Beijue's face darkened.
